I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 257 - 257: 193: Hastily Passing Through Those

Years

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The two talked for a long time.

Nothing “sleazy” happened as others might have guessed.

With a stronger memory, a long period of learning, various transportation experiences, and having read many biographies of famous musicians throughout history, coupled with the supplementation of Basic Music Theory, Harrison Clark was no longer the music newbie who only knew how to copy and paste.

Although his talents were average, his foundational knowledge had vastly improved.

However, Harrison didn’t dare to talk too much with Carrie Thomas for his learnings were diverse and far-reaching.

He didn’t want to carelessly mention theories from hundreds of years in the future and accidentally disrupt Carrie’s train of thought.

Carrie asked Harrison many questions, most of which focused on her interpretation of the details of some songs on the Golden Record.

Harrison carefully answered, trying to be as arcane as possible without giving himself away.

Additionally, although he couldn’t transport “Morning Wind” back, he always remembered the melody in his head, and occasionally provided some valuable insights when Carrie stumbled upon a certain point by chance.

Carrie was still in her growth period, working hard to learn advanced music theory while also contemplating the famous songs on the Golden Record.

After a while, Carrie closed her notebook, closed her eyes and seemed to have gained some insight.

“You know what my earliest dream was, right?”

She asked, her gaze fixed on the window.

“Yes, it was to use music to change the world.”

Carrie nodded, “That’s right, but I know it’s a far-off dream. I don’t expect to achieve it in my lifetime.”

“You’re undervaluing yourself again.”

Carrie shook her head, “It’s not that. Maintaining awe for the arts is what drives me forward.”

“Alright, what do you think now?”

“I feel like I’m seeing the first light of dawn.” Carrie smiled at him, “It’s in you. Each time we communicate, I gain new insights.”

Harrison rolled his eyes secretly and thought, here comes the flattery.

How embarrassing.

Compliments from others would just make him blush.

But compliments from Carrie gave him goosebumps all over.

“Don’t be like that; it’s all your own abilities.”

“You can’t say that. Before you reminded me, all I thought about was expressing my emotions more sincerely in my compositions, while neglecting the essence of sound. Now I’m beginning to understand. I feel like it won’t be long before I fully grasp these twenty-seven songs. Then, when I go to collect more of nature’s wonderful sounds, I should be successful. I’m just one step away! Don’t forget, you promised to chase after me when that happens. I’ll pretend to reject you while preparing my wedding dress!”

Her laughter was sweet and confident, her eyes not hiding anything.

When an ordinary woman is pursued by a man she likes, she usually thinks about getting to know each other better and seeing if they are compatible.

Carrie wasn’t like that.

As for the so-called bachelorette, once her heart was moved, she immediately thought about a lifetime together, without any pretense or beating around the bush.

Harrison sat beside her, his legs swaying over the edge of the bed.

He really wanted to tell her:

Your final step is really a difficult one.

To make that move, it took you more than fifty years, until you were in your seventies.

When you finally wore a wedding dress, your hair had turned the same color as the dress.

Unbeknownst to you, I tormented you for another fifty years.

Let’s wait a bit longer; together, we’ll work on creating “Morning Wind.”

For the sake of humanity, we must wait.

Perhaps becoming a great figure in history and leaving a vivid mark involves many sacrifices.

These sacrifices include life and — even more important to many people — love.

In terms of the fate of humanity as a whole, personal gains and losses depend on the individual’s perspective and what kind of person they want to be.

With Harrison’s previous character, he wouldn’t have considered so much.

But now, he found himself getting more and more mired in the future with each visit.

People are not saints, nor are they emotionless as books may suggest.

Unless they’re born devils.

But any normal person with a healthy mind and in that kind of environment, witnessing one comrade after another sacrificing themselves time and time again, would not be able to turn a blind eye.

Harrison made his choice, though it wasn’t entirely fair to Carrie.

In his heart, he silently apologized.

“Harrison, your eyes are a bit red?” Carrie pointed at him and laughed, “I didn’t expect you to be so easily moved.”

Harrison looked away, not daring to face her.

“I’m not moved. By the way, I’ve written a few more songs.”

He quickly changed the subject.

Carrie was both surprised and delighted.

She was surprised by Harrison’s explosive creativity.

The reasons for her delight were obvious.

“Are you going to sing them for me?”

She asked.

Harrison shook his head, “I won’t embarrass myself with my broken gong voice. Why don’t you look at the sheet music first, and then give it a try? I’ll accompany you.”

“Alright.”

After talking, Harrison Clark opened the computer and placed the sheet music for the three songs in front of Carrie Thomas.

Just now, Harrison Clark had thought of a new way to speed things up.

He decided to ruthlessly ride on the face of a new song once again.

He disrupted Carrie Thomas’ composition order once again, and took out all seven songs that she had created after the age of 77 in the last timeline, and slapped them directly onto Carrie’s face.

Using other tricks might shake her talent, but using her own works wouldn’t shake her, but on the contrary, it would only allow her to reach the level she should be at sooner and grow faster.

The seven songs were “Gazing into the Distance”, “You, Me, and the Universe”, “Shoulder to Shoulder”, “Soaring Ambitions”, “Love Until Death Do Us Part”, “Pure Heart”, and “No Questions of Origins and Destinations”.

These were her seven late-life works in the last timeline with different styles in each, and the quality of each single song was even higher than all of her past works.

She had completely reached a new realm; even after a thousand years and music had undergone a thousand years of development, only a few could touch this level when inspiration struck.

Last time, Carrie Thomas’ artistic career was completely changed by Harrison Clark, taking a completely different direction.

Her total body of work had dropped significantly, not even reaching ten pieces, but each one was explosively strong.

In addition to “Morning Wind”, a “divine song” that was only re-validated in the 26th century, “The Fire”, “Self-Combustion”, and these seven songs had established her personal position.

The smaller number had secured her place in the top ten of the past thousand years, because the later songs were so high-level, compensating for the lack in quantity.

Just like when the poem “A Moonlit Night on the Spring River” was written, the world could only retain two poems by Zhang Ruoxu.

Everything seemed perfect, but Harrison was a bit hurt.

In the past, Carrie usually had seventyy to eighty songs, but he had forcibly refined them to less than ten.

He had moved a small part of them, but at least fifty of them had disappeared into the river of history before he had time to move them.

When he listened to the more than fifty disappeared songs in the earlier timeline, Harrison’s gene awakening level wasn’t that high, his memory wasn’t strong enough, and he couldn’t replicate them precisely in his mind.

Even if he could still remember those melodies and could restore them as much as possible on his own, they would definitely not be as perfect as if Carrie had done it herself, and the quality would likely decline.

The regret had been created, and once missed, it would be gone forever.

Harrison was very distraught about it and decisively copied all the remaining works of Carrie Thomas in this timeline, so as not to repeat the tragedy.

As Carrie read the sheet music bit by bit, she hummed a few low notes from her mouth from time to time.

The music of a new realm that she had never seen or imagined before unfolded like a scroll in front of her.

The impact it had on her was tremendous, and she was completely immersed in it, so much that when she finished reading it, her soul was restless.

It took her a long time to recover before she looked at Harrison with a blank expression, “I thought you had become addicted to business lately and your creative inspiration had declined, but this… this is too terrifying!”

Harrison looked at her calmly.

“Let’s eat first, and then you can practice singing. After practicing for a while, I’ll play and you’ll sing to find the feeling. While you practice singing, I’ll continue writing the other four songs.”

“What! There are four more songs at this level?” Carrie covered her chest and fainted on the spot.

Maybe it was the happiness that made her faint.

Harrison silently prayed in his heart.

If there really are gods, forgive me!

Three days later, Harrison decided to leave.

It was time to go back to his country.

In these three days, he had successfully handed over all seven pieces of sheet music to Carrie Thomas.

Carrie would continue her studies at Mason Academy, working on completing the musical arrangement and accompaniment recording using the academy’s resources and creating a polished record of the album within six months, in addition to her daily studies and research on the Golden Record.

Last time, even though Carrie could still sing after writing these songs and she sang them herself, she had to admit that her voice wasn’t as ethereal as it was when she was younger due to her age.

So this time, Harrison was also curious about how the “Divine Sword Melodies” would turn out when sung by Carrie at the peak of her vocal ability.

In short, he was looking forward to it.

Harrison was waiting to hear the fairy sing.

The fairy herself was praying to the gods.

As she digested the songs, she was deeply moved.

Carrie could feel Harrison’s amazing passion.

For the first time, she knew that Harrison’s feelings for her were so deep that he could see her long life’s emotional journey with a single glance that lasted a thousand years.

Carrie was full of anticipation for the future and began to fantasize about the sweet life they would have after completing the song Harrison wanted.

His feelings hidden in these songs were hints to me.

He was encouraging me, telling me that although things were difficult, there would definitely be a successful day. After success, our lives together would be as sweet as the emotions revealed in these songs.

What a sharp and exposed realm it was, penetrating my feelings and reaching such a level.

Carrie’s heart thumped.

Suddenly, her own creative impulse erupted again.

She wanted to express Harrison’s talent through music.

Although later generations couldn’t easily interpret the sweetness hidden in Carrie Thomas’ late works, she herself could.

On the morning of Harrison’s departure, she went out of the academy early, holding her guitar, and went to the hotel to help him pack his luggage, but in fact, she came to play the guitar and sing.

“I wrote a new song for you last night. It’s called ‘Sharp Edges Fully Exposed’. You’ll definitely like it.”

Harrison dropped the plastic-sealed underwear he was holding carefully onto the floor with a snap.

Here we go again!

Please give me a break!